Friday, February 12, 2016


Pardon the anthropomorphism, but when I drove past two of the pools on the Sunrise River in Carlos Avery Wildlife Management Area, they looked to me as if they were patiently awaiting the arrival of waterfowl and the rush of Spring melt. The sensation I projected onto the marshes probably has to do with today's blue skies and sunshine, since I doubt it was triggered by single digit temperatures and below zero wind chills. For background music to go with today's post, try Carly Simon.

Photo by J. Harrington
In case you've forgotten, green leaves look like the ones in the photo above. Four years ago we had an early Spring, with open water and leaf out occurring in early to mid-March. Three years ago the ice and snow cover remained well into April. Two years ago, Spring weather arrived around early April, and last year the snow and ice cover was fundamentally gone by early March. I'm reminding myself of this because it's a toss-up whether the dogs or I currently have a more severe case of cabin fever. We can, and do, go out these days, but it isn't much fun and we don't stay out long. If next week's forecast holds, some longer strolls will be in order, and it will finally be time to actually collect some dogwood branches to replace the few remaining Christmas greens and poinsettias that are rapidly fading in the house. Once Valentines Day is over, I may be able to find some crocuses and jonquils to add some indoor color other than red.


On longer evenings,
Light, chill and yellow,
Bathes the serene
Foreheads of houses.
A thrush sings,
In the deep bare garden,
Its fresh-peeled voice
Astonishing the brickwork.
It will be spring soon,
It will be spring soon —
And I, whose childhood
Is a forgotten boredom,
Feel like a child
Who comes on a scene
Of adult reconciling,
And can understand nothing
But the unusual laughter,
And starts to be happy.

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